NINA TO DA DOME

You motherfuckers trynna say that I can never make it
Hey bitch, imma show you 57 is mistaken
Imma plague when it comes to the underground, invasion
Dont you know about that math, its simple like equation
Patience, fuckboys wanna claim i ain't shit but ill make it
I'm that serial killer with the blade call me jason
The only thing i want is the blood that I'm craving
Only way to settle in, is the way that imma change shit

Nine to ya dome, imma send you back home
Imma show what I'm about, in the microphone
I'm doing everything by myself, all alone
Rather be friends with dead people, and be on my zone

I dont trust a single soul, all my life I've been alone
Whether it be motherfuckers who trynna be nice
And the truth, come out the unknown
And its 57 sending a message, all yall fucking drones
I do not want anybody to hit on my line
For a feature, ill block yo phones
Fuck with me, bitch, all yall can just suck a dick
Ill say most of yall be fucking lazy, jus worthless
I'm tired of carrying all yall shit, like I'm yo service
In the music shit, I'm hungry and I'm murderous